No one can stop me from making money

The important matter was finally settled, and Mo Yu finally felt relieved after he settled a matter on his mind. He said that he would take Fan Dingkun to visit the place where he lived when he was a child, but was stopped by Dean Song.

"It's okay, you used to live in the same room with me, I'll take him to have a look." Qian Yan said with a smile, and got up first to lead Fan Dingkun out.

Fan Dingkun looked at Mo Yu and nodded: "You guys talk first, don't worry."

"Okay," Mo Yu agreed after thinking about it, and smiled with Qian Yan, "Just take Brother Fan to watch it, kid. If you talk nonsense, I won't beat you!"

Qian Yan laughed arrogantly: "Maybe, you have so much dark history, hehehe..."

Mo Yuxu kicked and scolded with a smile: "Get out of here!"

Watching the two of them go out, the figures turned around the corner, and even the voices gradually became hard to hear, Mo Yu just closed the door, turned around and saw Grandma Song standing next to a large cabinet in the office, reaching for the boxes on it .Mo Yu hurried over to help, but accidentally dropped the old leather suitcase, and he was choked by the raised dust and sneezed several times.

Grandma Song gave him a helpless look, reached out to fan the dust, and then squatted down to open the suitcase and searched for it.

Mo Yu raised his head to look over, and found that there were cloth bags with names in large and small letters.Looking at the material of the cloth bag, it looks like the fabric cut from old unusable children’s clothes, pieced together and sewn together, there are all kinds of colors at a glance, and a personal name is simply embroidered on it with threads of various colors .He looked at it for a while, and there were some names he didn't recognize, but he also saw several names he recognized. It seemed that all of them belonged to the children in the Starlight Orphanage.

He himself went out here, what personal belongings can the children have to be kept like this?

Mo Yu thought of something, but he didn't dare to be too sure, but he was suddenly hit by a surge of complex emotions mixed with eagerness and anxiety, and he was at a loss what to do.

Dean Song rummaged through it a few times, and took out an old bag sewn with gray-white washed cloth. Turning it around, he saw the word 'Mo Yu' embroidered on it.

"When you came, some of you were wearing small quilts and clothes, and I packed them all up." The old lady closed the box, stood up with one hand on her knees, took the small scissors on the table, and carefully Cut the stitches at the opening, and said, "Except for the children who have already remembered, most of the children have nothing on them that can identify them, only a few, and there are names on the clothes they wear or on the quilt. In order to name you all these years, I have worked hard, and the dictionary is almost ruined."

Mo Yu had already realized something, but he just seemed unable to move, and stood there stiffly watching the old lady's unhurried movements.

With great difficulty, she put down the scissors, took out a set of baby clothes from the small cloth bag, and handed them to him: "Fortunately, you are the ones with names, and these are the clothes you were wearing when I found you. I wanted to give it to you a long time ago, but you haven't come back these years."

Mo Yu took the baby jumpsuit in a daze. On the neckline of the little yellow dress, the word 'Mo Yu' was embroidered with blue thread.

He took a closer look before noticing that what he thought was pale yellow at first, was actually...he might have been white at first.Those places that look mottled, as if they have been faded by the years, reveal the original color of the material, while the other faintly yellowish places seem to be stained by dirty things and cannot be washed out.

Mo Yu couldn't help looking at Grandma Song with doubts. The old lady looked at him calmly and said, "You asked me earlier, and I told you that you were the only one who survived the mudslide in Huya Mountain. When you were found, you The only thing left on my body is this little jumpsuit that hasn't been washed away..."

There is a name on the clothes, so Mo Yu still knows his father's last name after all.It’s just that this little dress is just produced by a common children’s clothing brand. This brand has stores in this province and several surrounding provinces. impossible.

Dean Song sighed, and took out a neatly folded newspaper from the small cloth bag.As time goes by, the paper has begun to become brittle. The old lady carefully and slowly opened the folded paper. The front page of this daily newspaper more than 20 years ago is about finding a survivor after the mudslide incident on the Huyashan Highway that year. reports.

Little Mo Yu's blurred headshot was published in the newspaper, and it also stated the clothes Mo Yu was wearing when he was found, as well as the name on the clothes.The headline on the front page of the newspaper called on citizens with clues to call the newspaper office to help the child find his family.It can be seen that the government also made great efforts to find his possible relatives.

Every one of the children in the orphanage had imagined that one day a man or woman would find them and tell them with tears of joy that they still had family members who could take them home.

Although the children of the Starlight Orphanage are doing pretty well, and the dean and nurses here are very kind to them, little Mo Yu used to lie in bed and fantasize about such a scene time and time again.But in the end, it never came true.

Up to now, Boss Mo has already stepped out of the society and owned a hotel by chance, but deep down in his heart, it is not that he has not expected to find his former relatives.

Speaking of which, he encountered the car accident at the beginning of last year, then got to know Sixth Uncle Mo, and agreed to take over the Tong'an Hotel, probably because he heard that Yushui Town is not far from Q City, and the surname Mo in the town is the common surname.It's a pity that Grandpa Mo Er has helped him inquire for this year. In the past [-] years, no one in the clan has disappeared, let alone a child.Grandpa Mo Er also kindly provided him with the hair of several elders and uncles in the clan to test the DNA. It turns out that Mo Yu really has nothing to do with the Mo family in Yushui Town...

Grandma Song never concealed the origins of the children, some of them were abandoned babies, but as long as they asked, Grandma Song also tactfully told them.Mo Yu knew from a young age that his parents might be the missing persons in that mudslide, but surveillance cameras were not popular back then, and many passenger stations were not so formal, so apart from knowing his name, it was impossible to track down the identity of his parents.

When he was a child, Mo Yu had always been brooding about this matter.Later, as he grew older, he thought less and less of his life experience, but he couldn't help it.But when he himself has experienced life and death, and after the three views have been smashed by this fantasy world and difficultly reorganized, he can be regarded as open.

Until facing the only little dress left to him by his parents, as if the knots in his heart for many years were finally gently untied by his hands, Mo Yu suddenly calmed down.

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the two words 'Mo Yu', which were not too dignified, but were clearly embroidered with great care. After a moment of silence, he smiled softly: "Old lady, my mother... the manual work doesn't seem to be very good..." But she must love me very much.

A sudden emotional shock surged into his heart, Mo Yu's throat tightened, he held back the choked sobs that were about to burst out of his mouth, and stroked the little clothes in his hands one after another.

Dean Song looked at him softly, and nodded: "Your father must love you very much. If someone hadn't thrown you far out of the car window at the last moment, maybe you wouldn't have survived even that little bit of luck." The chances are gone. You are lucky, you are light, and you just happened to be rushed to the edge and not buried. It is a pity that the two buses on the road were seriously damaged, and some people have not found their bodies until now."

The old lady sighed, and gently touched Mo Yu's drooping head: "Son, your parents left you behind, and tried their best to give you a chance at the last moment. They must love you very much. You, want to Live a good life with this hobby, and they will be more pleased when you live a good life."

Mo Yu nodded fiercely when he heard the words, and put his arms around the rigid old lady, and he calmed down after a while.Grandma Song patted his back one after another, so reassuring, like his mother's hands, reminded him vaguely of a time when he was a child far, far away, once he was sick and uncomfortable, and was patted gently by these hands Only gradually fell asleep.

Mo Yu raised the corners of his mouth a little, and rubbed the collar of the old lady's collar that exudes a faint smell of ginger flower face cream, and then reluctantly let go, and wiped his messed up face embarrassedly.

The old lady Song shook her head and patted him. She couldn't carry this big boy anymore, but she still grabbed him by the collar and pushed him to the front of the faucet as she did when she was a child, so that Mo Yu could wash his face well. I dug some cream from a large box and asked him to rub it on before finishing.

Mo Yu cried for a while, and his mood was much lighter. While wiping his face, he looked at the big jar of music.

This brand of face scrub cream is an old domestic brand, the price is not expensive and the quantity is large, but it is very heavy in summer, but it is fine in winter.For many years, the old lady has bought some vanilla-flavored children's cream for her children, but she has been using this for herself. After a long time, the ginger flower scent of this face cream permeates her body.It made him feel warm when he asked about this smell, and later he deliberately searched for this smell, otherwise how would he, a man, know about ginger flower scent?

He still felt like he was covered with an airtight layer of oil after using this facial cleanser, but after he got back, he would look for a ginger-flower scented lotion, right?Or simply buy the body wash that smells like this.

After thinking wildly in his head for a while, the previous excitement finally faded away. Then Dean Song comforted him a few words, and solemnly handed over the cloth bag to him to take away.

Mo Yu found Fan Dingkun and Qian Yan with the cloth bag between them, and that boy Qian Yan recognized him at a glance: "Grandma Song gave you your things?"

"Yes." Mo Yu pursed his lips, "Where's yours, did you give it to you too?"

Qian Yan nodded: "You are fine, and you have your own name. Mine is only a small piece of towel quilt, which was cut from a big quilt..."

This kid was an abandoned baby at the beginning, and was suffering from severe jaundice when he was discovered, so he was thrown at the door of the children's hospital.Because this kid was not born to a hospitalized woman, he was sent here because there was nothing on his body that could identify his identity. Even his birthday was an approximate date of the doctor who treated him.So this kid hasn't thought about finding his parents since he knew his origin.

Mo Yu knew that there were quite a lot of children with the same background as Qian Yan. He was lucky, at least he could know that he was a child loved by his parents, so he didn't continue this topic, and looked at him with a smile and worry. Fan Dingkun said: "Well, what did this kid say about me? Brother Fan, let me tell you, don't listen to his nonsense. This kid is seven or eight years old and still wets the bed. In order not to let me laugh at him, it is very likely Fabricate my dark history to discredit me."

"You are so dishonest!" Qian Yan was about to jump up when he heard the words, and pointed at Mo Yu, dumbfounded, "I didn't even tell you that you were almost dragged into the club, but you turned me off as soon as you opened your mouth. Lao Di! You bullied me since I was a child, tell me how many snacks you cheated from me? Hey, you boy, you are so mad at me!"

Little Boss Mo is usually able to handle things well, even if he manages a group of non-human beings under him, he can teach them with a straight face, but here, his whole state is different, as if the naughty and childishness in his bones were brought out by the environment when he was a child Yes, a piece of leather.

The author has something to say:

Today I changed the name of the article angrily, and now it is called "Nobody Can Stop Me from Making Money", hope everyone knows~

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Thank you for your comfort. The poor data in this article can only be blamed on my poor ability, and there is nothing I can do.

I found that each of my articles had more than one major flaw, and I was helpless...

For the most systematic article, the starting point is wrong, and the villain should not be the protagonist; for the Shan Hai Jing article, the character design is too idiotic.

There is only one thing in common, that is, the opening chapters are not well written.Why can't I write a good beginning?Be sure to prepare well for the next one...

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Speaking of the pre-received title, I'm a bit frustrated. I'll change it to "Nobody Can Stop Me from Eating You" in the future. What do you think?